Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kosovo and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Echospace to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Fear. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
The Saints,
L. Decosne,
Bluetip,
The Busters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Khruangbin,
AZ,
Juan Atkins,
Easy Going,
Ludus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Stiv Bators,
Kaleidoscope,
The Count Five,
Underground Resistance,
The Evens,
Deadbeat,
David McCallum,
Soul II Soul,
Anakelly,
Kevin Saunderson,
New York Dolls,
Circle Jerks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Trumans Water,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crime,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kayak,
Harmonia,
CMW,
ABBA,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Niagra,
Urselle,
The Blackbyrds,
Jeff Lynne,
Lightning Bolt,
Chris Corsano,
The Doors,
Graham Central Station,
Arab on Radar,
Basic Channel,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brothers Johnson,
Mantronix,
Siglo XX,
Accadde A,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fear,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dawn Penn,
Faust,
Unrelated Segments,
Pere Ubu,
Max Romeo,
Whodini,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cymande,
Desert Stars,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.